High-Brow Edition

I was all set to write about the great Mac 'n' Cheese cookoff from this past weekend, but really what's the point? Grinchy's recipe—remember Grinchy? she rules—carried the day easily. It was served pre-hated by the pedantry classes, but the requisite Velveeta and Campbell's Tomato Soup made for gooey deliciousness.

True, A. Smith's "Train Wreck" gave Grinchy's recipe a run for its money, but I think we can all agree that, even if Smith's is not disqualified for its more casserole-like nature, it sorta looks like vomit.

So really, there's no point in rambling further about the good times and outstanding comestibles that characterized our Sunday get-together. And with nothing else to talk about, I'll leave you with this out-of-context thing that I said today, which really didn't make any more sense when said in-context:

Somebody, or my moustache, smells like a fart.